THE ROOM IS PAINTED RED (OR SO THEY HOPE), and the color seems to make it feel like they're all being compressed. Ashton even subtly presses his palms outwards.

Nothing seems to be happening for the longest time: they simply stand around, growing more and more uneasy by the second. You'd have expected Mantra to do it easily, set up some sort of room that'll kill them all straightaway to get it over with.

Luke breathes out, and as he does so, the wall begins to shake, as if it finally detected the group's presence. Slowly but surely, as they all watch, unable to tear their eyes away, it pulls back to show another level of the warehouse, full of old-fashioned machines. The lights flicker before turning off completely, drowning them in darkness.

As the others focus on the newly found room, at the back of the group, closest to the staircase, Lana begins to feel a soft wave of air on her neck, before she carefully turns around to investigate the cause of it.

She acknowledges that it's such a horror movie trope, but all her common sense has been destroyed by everything that's happening.

"Lana, run!" Noah screams, moving forwards to grab her arm and pull her out of the red room a split-second too late, as some shadowy figure dressed all in black pulls her back up the stairs and away from the others. There's a sickening sound of flesh splitting, and then nothing.

The silhouette is about to take Noah too, when Tom snaps him out of it and pulls him out of the room and towards the rest of them.

"They got Lana?" Alex asks, phrasing it as more of a statement than a question, and Noah nods sadly: everyone can tell he's about to cry, but there's no time for him to mourn his co-star, and he accepts that.

"Do we scout it out?" Calum says, a few metres ahead of them, and Ashton runs forwards to catch up with him. "I mean, is it safe?"

The other boy scoffs. "Of course it's not safe! Lana just got murdered! But we have to. Remember?" Calum has tears in his eyes as Ashton tilts his head up to make eye contact. "For Michael?"

"For... For Mikey." He nods, inhaling sharply before turning to look at the others. "Me and Ash'll go this way--"

"Luke, you go too." Alex commands, pointing towards them. "It's safer if there's three of you: if you get attacked, two people can overpower them better than just one."

He agrees and with that, the three of them disappear around a corner, leaving Madelaine, Noah, Alex and Tom stood together. Their flashlights are grouped together in a single intense brightness as they make their way straight ahead, in the opposite direction to the remaining three members of the band hoping to avenge the death of their guitarist.

How the hell did they end up doing this?